Dear Lover,
Lots and lots of train rides.
Is all I ask.
Knees up, feet on opposite seats.
Catching the scenery swipe by.
With our cameras.
A pair of lovers.
Amidst dining coach strangers.
Sipping champagne, plateful of various cheeses.
You chasing me.
Down that narrow hallway.
Into the wind, grasping railings to hold onto.
Swaying, spooning.
Like a couple of w's.
Inside our single occupancy compartment.
Love,
Me.
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